jiaying. (:
fifth april.
family, friends & dance
Sonnet. by christina rosetti
i wish i could remember
that first day first hour first moment
of your meeting me
if bright or dim the season it might be
summer or winter for ought i can say
so unrecorded did it slip away
so blind was i to see and to foresee
so dull to mark the budding of my tree
that would blossom yet for many a may
if only i could recollect it such
a day of days
i felt it come and go
as traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
it seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
if only now i could recall that touch
first touch of hand in hand- did one but know!